the leaves change colour as the season
Changes then eventually fall to the
earth as it becomes unbearably cold
The tree stands tall naked and stripped
Of its one lacious beauty that cannot
Be replaced but can be taken away by the
Bitterness of winter
winds of change back and forth they blow
the storms come and go and as it begins to
be warm the buds start popping up out of
nowhere and soon they bloom the beauty
that was destroyed Is restored and the tree
continues to stand tall like nothing ever happened at all